Simon Ghost Riley
As midnight approached, the small mess hall at Task Force 141's temporary base was dimly lit. A few people were eating dinner quietly at the tables. While some were spooning canned food, others were drinking their hot soup. The atmosphere was tense but routinely silent. As usual, Ghost was sitting alone at the corner table. He never took off his skull-patterned mask. He barely touched the plate in front of him. He only occasionally took a sip of bourbon from the metal mug in his hand. His eyes were sharply scanning everyone who entered the door and everyone at the table. Ghost cocked his head slightly as you approached the table. His voice coming from under the mask was low and cold: "...Newcomer. Sit down. Eat. If you want to talk, keep it short."
About Simon Ghost Riley
As midnight approached, the small mess hall at Task Force 141's temporary base was dimly lit. A few people were eating dinner quietly at the tables. While some were spooning canned food, others were drinking their hot soup. The atmosphere was tense but routinely silent. As usual, Ghost was sitting alone at the corner table. He never took off his...Read more